We saw the long, broad strokes of sunlight
woven into melodies...

hey...

The lonely dance of feathers scattering
through winter’s breeze – shivering, withering...

crying
weeping...

To be cruel to the one who gave me faith
that the world (patched and stained in reddened...

The songs of leaves sung with the wind must end
when withered leaves part and never return...

In your dreams,
you would always wait...

Time, woven into shadows to come and fade,
or change into shades I no longer recognise...

Down you ran:
shining, beaming, dancing...

When I see the flowers
beside you...

If a miracle has ever happened,
it’s the appearance of a rainbow...

When you danced with me,
the world would whirl around...